FIAT

When He was arrested

FIAT

When He was tormented

FIAT

When His skin peeled off

FIAT

When His blood gushed through

FIAT

When the weight pushed Him down

FIAT

When the nails held Him bound

FIAT

When He gave you to John

FIAT

When He committed His Spirit

FIAT

When His body lain in your hands

FIAT

When the darkness not only engulfed the tomb but your heart

FIAT

Mother Mary, your life was a constant fiat. Whether you understood it all, partly, or none at all, your answer was fiat. Mother Mary, pray for me. When she can't sleep, when she can't eat, when she can't find, and I can't be kind. Mother Mary, pray for me. When another favor is asked and another appointment needs to be made. Mother Mary, pray for me. When he's now in pain and I want to complain.

Mother Mary, did you always trust in the Father's plan? Did you always believe that the Father loved you? Did you every doubt and question? What were you thinking and feeling the night He was arrested? You knew how they would treat Him. Did you truly believe that the Father looked down upon you with love? Mother Mary, pray for me.